- Joined
- Jan 21, 2016
- Messages
- 422
- Reaction score
- 164
Link stumbled in quietly, barely sliding through the front gate with his invitation - which was really just a fancy command to find another job, in his mind. Striding carefully, the contract killer wove his way through the crowd, working around the different nobles to find his next contract. If anything, it was the thrill of the hunt that he seemed to live for.
The pretty princess caught his eye for a moment as he made his way to the bar. Maybe I'll chat with her tonight. Doesn't hurt to be friends with royalty. Reaching the bar, Link ordered a glass of blue milk, being underage and all. Even with as many kills as he had, alcohol was still kept out of his reach. It's not that it bothered him, he didn't mind having a clear conscience. He'd yet to realize that he sat next to the Dark Lord of the Sith, but based on Force presence alone the man seemed important. His thoughts wavered as he contemplated his next order of actions, wondering who to chat with and who to ask for jobs from as he glanced around the room, taking light sips from his blue milk every so often. He was confident he could pick up something here, even if it was just a potential contact for the future. He was surprised he was even invited, in all honesty. Who was out of their mind enough to invite an underage assassin?
The pretty princess caught his eye for a moment as he made his way to the bar. Maybe I'll chat with her tonight. Doesn't hurt to be friends with royalty. Reaching the bar, Link ordered a glass of blue milk, being underage and all. Even with as many kills as he had, alcohol was still kept out of his reach. It's not that it bothered him, he didn't mind having a clear conscience. He'd yet to realize that he sat next to the Dark Lord of the Sith, but based on Force presence alone the man seemed important. His thoughts wavered as he contemplated his next order of actions, wondering who to chat with and who to ask for jobs from as he glanced around the room, taking light sips from his blue milk every so often. He was confident he could pick up something here, even if it was just a potential contact for the future. He was surprised he was even invited, in all honesty. Who was out of their mind enough to invite an underage assassin?